Note: All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.
The Next Morning
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My alarm chimes away. My mother, still gloriously nude from last night, stirs awake. I don't move a muscle, maintaining calm, steady breaths. I feel her moving against me. I sense her sleepy eyes glaring at me, probably remembering why she has to wake me up in the mornings, as I lay still, pretending to be dead asleep.
Her body starts slowly, and gently, dragging across me, reaching for my phone. I feel her nipples slightly harden from the friction against my chest, grazing the sparse chest hairs. She hits the screen, starts falling back to her spot, realizes she didn't turn it off, goes for attempt number two...three...finally, getting it. The chimes of the alarm cease. Quiet again.
I know I'm hard, tenting the sheet, the only thing covering our shared nudity. I wonder if she even notices. Maybe taking a peek as I sleep? I feel her separate from me slightly, some body contact maintained. I sense her sleepy eyes on me again, maybe wondering 'how the hell does he sleep through all that?' All the while, I feign a deep, deep sleep.
She quietly chuckles to herself before giving me a gentle peck on the cheek. Once again, I'm rewarded by her tits pressing against me, nips now solid and hard. She slowly and quietly exits the bed. I hear her footsteps walking away from me.
Slightly opening my right eye, I catch an eyeful of my nude mother's behind as it walks toward the door, her tunic dress in hand. Very daring, mom. Very...daring.
Once gone, I close my right eye, and recount what she said before hopping into bed with me last night.
"Baby! You haven't seen me naked in years! And I'm not ready to change that yet."
The word "yet" still echoes in my brain. Is she looking for an excuse to go back to the way things were years ago? Is there something holding her back, making her hesitant? What is it?
Whatever the reasoning, I remain hopeful. Simply from hearing "yet." I feel my cock twitch in anticipation. Easy boy. We need to play this carefully.
...
I must have dozed off, because all of a sudden, I'm being shaken awake by my gorgeous mother.
"Up and at 'em, sweet cheeks!" she called, standing over me, shaking my shoulders and chest vigorously.
"(Sleepy dinosaur noises) ...wha? I'm up. I'm up, mom!"
She sniggers.
I finally open my sleep-filled eyes, rewarded with a pleasant view of my now underwear-clad mother leaning over me, cleavage in full view. That joyous smile on her face. Today she's in a matching lacey, royal blue set. Her bra, a push up that I can tell is sheer, but the amount of lace disguises her areolas and nips. Her underwear, a high waisted, Brazilian bikini style, with a wide lace trim, showing off a generous amount of leg. And as I recall, these cup her cheeks really well!
Man, as much I want to get her naked more, she does wear the sexiest underwear 99.99% of the time. I feel like a kid in the candy store every time I get to look at her in the mornings.
Now that I'm awake, mom starts stepping back, heading towards the door. For whatever reason, I just flip the sheet off of me, exposing everything with my mother still in the room, and I stand up to stretch.
I catch her glancing at me quick in my peripherals on my way down to pick up my shorts below my nightstand. I slip them on and look up, meeting her gaze. She doesn't even bat an eye, just smiles and states in her 'Price is Right' voice, "Iiits breakfast time! Come on dowwwwn!" She waves her arm for me to follow.
I chuckle, "Right behind ya, mom!" My eyes lowering to that pear-shaped ass of hers, swaying with every step. The lacey underwear hugging her cheeks in the sexiest of ways.
***
December. The last day of school before Christmas Break.
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Walking in the front door, I kick off the snow still clinging to my shoes. I'm immediately welcomed by the warmth of our home, and the subtle scent of the spruce tree temporarily taking residence in the living room. Stepping out of my shoes, hanging up my coat and bag, I head up to my room and strip down to nothing. This has become a pleasant ritual for me when I get home from school.
Since that wonderful night, where my mother and I slept nude in the same bed together, I've been carefully, and meticulously, working my way to get my mom back to her home-nudist state. She's been going along nicely with every suggestion I've been making. We made Saturday nights our skin-to-skin cuddle times, more often leading to us sleeping together than not, and we even alternate beds. She still insists the lights to be off before she strips, but I don't mind playing along... for now.
I started 'exposing' myself more, I guess if you want to call it that. Getting up to pee without throwing anything on, walking back to my room after a shower without a towel, stuff like that. One day I asked, out of the blue, testing the waters, if it was ok that I didn't wear anything around the house if I didn't want to.
My mother was surprisingly not taken aback by the question. Instead, she pondered for a bit as she ate her dinner, then responded with a "Sure, if that's what you feel comfortable with. I'm ok with it, honey. It's your house too!" Followed by her signature smile.
Since then, I've transitioned into a home nudist for the first time in a long while. It was awkward, admittedly, at first. Mainly because, well, I'm a guy, I'm a teenager, with a hot mom who's oblivious as to how hot she is and what she does to me... you get the picture. There was even one moment where we were both heading toward the fridge, and... she bumped into it. Both of us went beet red for a moment before bursting out in laughter, making light of the awkwardness.
But she stated later that, that's no doubt going to be a thing, that it's perfectly natural, and that we'll just do our best to ignore it. Easier said than done, mom.
And yes, I still sneak around the house, trying to get peeks at her when she's undressed. I try to limit the time I hang around, though, mainly just to be cautious, not getting caught, which would ruin whatever trust I've gained with her surrounding our more casual approach to nudity recently.
In the mornings, it's so nice to just walk downstairs, my hard-on bobbing along with each step, and having breakfast together. She somehow never makes a big deal out of it, or at least I never seem to catch her looking. When I help her with the cooking, she's been tapping my butt or my thighs more when she needs me to move or to grab something. She still cuddles me close when we're watching TV on the couch. Overall, her physical touches seem to be more frequent now that I'm nude at home all the time. Always appropriate, though, much to my chagrin.
All of this has been part of my plan to hopefully get my mom to agree to a nude Christmas. We always spend Christmas Eve and day together, just us, then alternating the family get together, on the following day, every year. This year is my Aunt Evaline's turn. Thankfully, it's only ever for the day, so long as we don't get snowed in like the year before last. That was hell! Since my uncle divorced her a few years ago, Aunt Evaline has been a real bitch lately. I get along great with my cousin Becky, though.
She's only a year older than me, but we have a lot in common, so it's nice to get together with her to hang out. She has her license, and her own car, so she stays the night at least twice a month, more during the summer. Not that I mind, but I'm pretty sure she stays over mostly to get away from her mom for at least 24 hours. I would if I were her anyway. I'll occasionally stay the night over there, though it's mainly just for my cousin's sake.
